i have a demon inside me
that's what everyone says
they hate what they fear
they all want me dead
what a mess i've made
i've cause nothing but strife
so much pain has come
from one unwanted life
they scream and they scream
with hate so strong
why am i here?
my existance is wrong
in my closet
where i am tucked
my brain's tormented
my thoughts run amok
maybe theres a place
where i belong
so i fill my ears
with a happy song
and i grab the knife
next to the door
and i cut my wrist
and i wait for
a new world
where i can go
after i've awaken
from death so slow
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suicide
PoetryYou bullied me.... now we're both the same. I don't know why you did it. I don't know what I did to you, but I guess it doesn't matter now since I'm dead. And since you're here with me I can only assume that you're dead too. So now we can spend an e...
